The living room is thick with smoke and the low murmur of conversation. Wilbur's lit cigarette rests lazily between his fingers, a trail of ash threatening to fall, while Dream cradles his drink like it's something holy, a smirk permanently etched on his face.
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@ryry_riisagerThe living room was thick with smoke and the low murmur of conversation. The air tasted of ash and cheap whiskey.
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